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As I read these, I can't help but be glad for Bob. What a beautiful chronicle of the every day miracles. When he's all grown, I like to imagine him sitting down to read each and every one of these little bits of his life and knowing he has been well-loved.

I have lately been thinking the exact same thought as Cheryl. What I love and adore about these posts with Bob Rosenberg in them is how respectful you are of him and his childish, wise, Zen-like outlook on life. He will not have to cringe when he comes back later to read these. Bob Rosenberg has become a very important part of my day. Thank-you.

Sorry; I couldn't pay attention what with the SIZE OF YOUR BED. If I took a picture of my six year old in mine, you'd see his arms and legs hanging over the edge. And cream linens in a house with a boy? You're a brave, brave woman, Lisa.

Oh, tears sprang to my eyes. I can imagine the anguish he felt when he was what they were trying to do to you and he knew what to do right away.

I read a book on raising boys, that was so interesting, and it spoke of the importance of seeing themselves as heros. Very interesting..I can dig up the title for you, but I think it was "raising boys."

I clicked over from Ann's and starting scrolling through your posts, and I follow you on twitter, but all of this star wars stuff is just warming my heart enough to comment. I have 3 boys - the middle one is 4. And I love that you are a star wars mama - right there in it with him. At least learning the difference between Boba Fett and Kit Fisto. It's something, you know?